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Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Kane "Marcus" McCoy

By Kanes' standards, things were not going to well. They may all have been in the same situation so to speak, but that did not mean they had to like one another. Weird was not the word to describe them all, they were more unearthly than anything else. As he had done before, he could not help but take in everyone's appearances and use it to judge them. An emo boy that Kane had missed was one of the few that came under the scrutinizing, thoughts of Kane. It was not that he had anything against Emo's, but it was the stereotypes that constantly hung over their heads. Kane knew that he was not one to talk, southerners were usually stereotyped to be stupid, so to speak. He knew himself that he was far from that, but it was a fact of life to assume that there would be stupid ones.

Kane glanced down at the smoker who had asked who he was, he even went as far as to ask all of them to introduce themselves. The guy was a bit unusual to Kane, just like the others, but he was one of the few the stood out, "more". He had a weird hairstyle, and his choice of clothes made him look like a guy off the Breakfast Club. The fact that he smoked did not help better Kanes' opinion about him, which was already pretty low anyway.

"So much for first impressions." Kane thought to himself. It seemed like the only, positive thing about this guy was the fact that he was open, free, was not afraid to speak out, take the lead. That was defiantly an A+ in Kane's book, although most people would not care to much about his book.

"My name is Kane, not ya Book of Bible Stories Cain, but Kane with a K and an E." He said humorously.

Suddenly, things went quiet, Kane glanced around confused for a few seconds before figuring it out. He looked down at the guy he had just spoken, he had answered his question, for everyone basically. Was it mind reading? No, he only knew of their feelings. Kane shook his head, he would have rather tried to write a a 5 page essay on the reasons why Trigonometry can help their futures than figure out the kids powers. The guys introduced himself as Greg, just another person that would add to the unearthlyness.

The emo kid finally decided to introduce himself, as Casper. In truth, he did look like Casper the Friendly Ghost. He was sort of pale, and that black hair defiantly did not accent his skin tone well. That was the type of guys that his sister hung out with, Kane really hoped that he would not come home to see his sister an Emo, either way, Grandmama would beat the living shit out of her is she went as far as to get a piercing.

Then a woman who introduced herself as Erica spoke. Her question to Mason was well founded and made sense, but he had to admit she was a cher. In other words, she was attractive, but Kane knew better than to say that to her face right then and there. The setting had to be right, probably during a luck break or something. Hopefully she wouldn't be stuck up and stupid like his sister and her friends were.

Then there was Lynn, defiantly not his type, she was a rebel, a hooligan. Despite the fact that he had experienced his fair share of fighting, she was beyond that. Probably a smoker, she had also let out the fact that she was an alcoholic, the type of addiction that Kane had bad experiences with. Fortunately for her, Kane would not let the stop him from conversing with her. He hated judging people in such a way, but these were the people he would spend a chuck of his life with, he had to have an idea of who they were know before it was to late.

A boy named Devin spoke up, Kane was not sure if he had spoken before, but he was talking now. "Co faire, why, what's the rush?" Kane asked raising and eyebrow. Well, there was bound to be an impatient one in the group.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

I have no problem with jumping ahead, I actually kind if feel the same way. I'm not to familiar with that time zone, but I'm working on a post now.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Character Info

Scent - Kane showers, but he is not really particular about his shampoo. Since if family could not afford the higher things in life, he was stuck using his mother's Homemade Coconut Milk shampoo and body wash. The thing works like a charm, and leaves him smelling like coconuts all day long. When it comes to cologne and perfume, he has never touched one, and he would never dare even look at a smoke.

Voice - Kane has a low voice, one that easily allows anyone to tell that he is a guy. He speaks loudly at times and his speech is deviod of stilted or precise sounds which allows people to instantly tell that is is Southern. Due to his heritage and the environment in which he grew up, his language is mixed with a combination of both English and French, he will usually translate when using such terms, but the combination of his sexy, roguish Cajun accent and words will have most people confused in the long run.

Body - Being theatrical especially when conversing with people on a casual topic and setting is Kane's forte. He is not afraid to use gestures and speak loudly to get his point across in arguments or when speaking out on a topic that concerns him. Kane tends to crack his knuckles when he is stressed or angered without realizing it himself. If he is in deep thought, he simply rubs his earlobes.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Kane "Marcus" McCoy

Kane had to admit that the car ride up to the school was, entertaining at most. Back in New Orleans, his family rarely left the city, as unfortunate as it sounded, he never felt like he was missing out. Most of his ride was spent in silence, the driver did not seem to talkative. Instead of trying to speak to the driver, Kane decided to enjoy the luxuries the he was being provided with at that moment. His family back at home did not even have a car. Kane knew that he really should have not been comparing his new found comfort to his families situations, it was unfair.

Speaking of family, Kane was afraid for his mother, he had left her with his unreasonable father back home. He felt a twinge of guilt as he looked out the car window at the trees outside. He sighed, he was lucky that his Mamere (Grandma in Cajun French) was there to keep the superficial peace at home while he was away. Unfortunately, that did not stop him from worrying about her well being anyway, that man would still get drunk weather they liked it or not, even his mama couldn't stop that. Not to mention that his sister would also be a handful since he was not there to set her straight, he was sure she wouldn't step foot in that house for the next few years, whatever crap she got herself into, she would have to deal with it.

"So, driver, any warnings, words of advice, before I exit the vehicle." He said sarcastically as the vehicle came to a halt in front of a congregation of people on the side of the road.

The driver simply grunted and unlocked the doors, no advice whatsoever, not a single word had been uttered by the man.

"Alohrs pas, of course not." Kane puffed as he exited the black sedan with his blue duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Once he was out of the car, the driver wasted no time getting the hell out of there. Kane grumbled angrily before turning to the group who had been stuck in the same situation as he was. Some were more unusual than others, there was a woman who seemed to be comfortable with a snake on her. Kane was dressed simply, white AF1 Jordans, blue slim fit jeans, and a beige t-shirt. His mother would have rather had him in a suit, but he luckily convinced her otherwise. Some were smoking, or reading, which baffled him, at a time like this they found to time to stand around instead of talking to one another at least.

As he took in the appearances and idiocracies of the congregation around him, he realized something. They were all weird. But they were just like him, all different in ways that they could not control. That thought comforted him, and allowed him to relax and be himself. Kane wandered over the the group, with a friendly smile on his face, hoping to get something out of them.

"So, how's everyone doing." He said carefully. He did not know anyone here, he might have felt comfortable around them, but they my have not felt the same way.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

I won't be able to post tonight. But tomorrow morning definitely.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Same with me, I'm a be out this weekend, so I may not get a post out on time.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:

Kane "Marcus" McCoy

Gender:

Male

Nationality:

African/American/Cajan

Age:

18!

D.O.B.:

06/14/1997

Appearance

[+]

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Ethnicity:

"African American

Height:

6'4"

Weight:

146 lb.

Powers & Abilities

Power Name:

Metal Exoskeleton (Metalullm)

Power Description:

"I can change my skin into any metal that I can touch, an manipulate it from there."

Abilities:

-Can change my skin into any metal of my choosing as long as their is an existing source of it, no matter how small or large it is.

-Once I transform, I can manipulate the the metal, I can transform my hand weapons at will, as long as I am in that form.

-I am given Enhanced Strength and Durability when using my power.

-I can partially transform, meaning I can change my arms into metal if I wish.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:

-One of the biggest drawbacks for this power, is the fact that all metals are a conductor, so electricity will be once of my greatest weakness. Extreme heat and acids will also weaken me.

-I cannot transform without an existing source of metal.

 

About You

Family:

"So, my mothers' name is:
Lue-Elan. A hard working and loving woman, and my world."

"My father's name is:
Sam. A lazy food for nothing man who I despise, he is abusive to Lue at times and I have to defend her. He causes a lot of Storms."

"And may sister's name is:
Unique. Yep, that her name. She is sort of like my father, lazy, she likes to spend her time with friends and never works for anything.

"Grandmama:

Weird witch woman."

Personal Statement:

"My life has not been the greatest, my father is an electrician. You would assume we would be well of, but we aren't, there is not money, are father works, but we never know we're the money goes. At an early age I had to get a job, taking out the trash for the elderly, cleaning their homes and what not. My mom worked also, as a cook at the local fast food restaurant.

My father usually had came home drunk and unable to even walk upstairs to get to bed. Mom would come home after he did, and would have to cook for him, even through he almost never ate due to the fact that he had passed out by the time it was finished. If she came home late, he would try to beat her. But I was always there to stop it from happening, but I am not always their. All though I was in high school, did not get home till 9:00 PM or later because of work. I would usually find my mother in the kitchen, bruised, with my food hot and ready. I would never say anything about it, knowing that she would never leave Sam, no matter what he did, she was to loyal for her own good. My sister usually catered to my father's good side, I never cared to find out how my father could keep enough control over himself to not hit her or me, but my mother.

My schooling life was not the greatest also, in all truth I was smart, my grades were great for a boy like me, but most of it involved lots of time studying, most of which I did not have. Despite that fact, I was regularly accused of cheating by my classmates. I would usually be proved innocent, but would never get out unscathed. I would usually be beat up, but that never meant I did not fight back.

But things started to change when I developed my powers. At first, I thought I was monster, and in truth, I was. I was protecting my mother from my father when my rage took the better of me, and I had gone to grab the aluminum bat with my skin changed into the aluminum itself, I only transformed for a few second before changing back in unwitingly. They were both horrified, they ended up both thinking that it was an hallucination, but I knew that it was not, an I will always know it was not.

"Well, umm, thanks for the time, and what not."

Sample post

For once in once in his god forsaken life, the house was quiet. It was usually so loud that the police no longer bothered to come over when the neighbors reported them. Usually the TV was blasting, dad was yelling, Unique had even louder with friends over, and mom was arguing with dad. If he wasn't down stairs yelling right back at dad, then he was studying upstairs in his room. Unfortunately, that was not longer an option for him, school was over, he graduated. Unfortunately, that day was not a day for celebration, at least for Kane, it just meant he had lost another possible escape root from this home. Fortunately, in celebration of his graduation, his grandmother came over. The only person his father would never disrespect, was his own mother.

Grandmama was a weird woman, to say the least. She had money, their was no doubt about that, her husband was a successful entrepreneur. But, she had lived her life deeply entrenched in the mythical New Orleans voodoo and gris-gris. "Vivre la vie comme à l'entendent." His mother always said, it was not a common saying in the  New Orleans lingo, but french was still a big part of this city. It all translated to: "Live life the way you, see fit." She could live her life, and him his, but that did not stop him from being suspicious about her ways.

"Grandma wants you." A voice said from his doorway. Kane didn't bother to look back anyway, he knew who it was, her usual contempt could be heard in her voice, Unique.

"I'll be down in a few seconds." Kane mumbled despondently, slightly angered for the interruption of his quiet.

Kane sighed as his sister sneered at him and slammed the door, causing some of his old figurines to fall to the floor. He wondered if she gained some kind of enlightenment when she did things like that. Kane left his desk, and was about reopen the door when a shiver went down his spine, he felt this anytime he was about to make a descion. He could here footsteps on the other side, suddenly, scenarios randomly started playing in his head, one was of his grandma at the door, in anger because he made her wait so long. Another was that he would find no one, and would walk down the stairs to meet his grandma on her way out the door, another was that he would simply change his mind and go back to his seat, and his grandma would walk in anyway.

He opened his bedroom door and strolled down the stairs. About half way down he meant his Grandmama, she seemed to be furious, which was a big problem.

""Boy, I called you an hour ago, were was you." she spit at him, anger etched into her features.

Kane stepped back about, trying to avoid the spit that was flung from her lips. "I wasn't told to come down till Sis told me a few minutes ago." He said quietly, he hated speaking this way, but he had to show respect to her, he did not want to become a frog.

"Mo chagren, cher" she said sadly, "I did not know, please forgive me boo." She placed her hands on his shoulder. "Boy, it's time we talked." She said carefully. He noticed his mother at the bottom of the stairs with a concerned look on her face. Kane frowned, what the hell was going on. Crap, she had told her about the incident.

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Thanks guys, I'll see how things go and try to post when I have time.

Bleach: Soul Extinction

@LokiLeo789

It's understandable that you won't be online often due to being busy so don't worry about it ^-^

If that is the only reason that you're dropping out for, we could work around it and have your character just be at Squad 13 and in-active so when you've done what you need to do, you can come back and RP straight away when you feel like it ^-^ This is just for fun after all, it isn't a job so you don't have to be always RPing xD

However if you still want to drop out regardless then I wish you luck in your tests and work and such and thank you for joining us in the first place :)

@AbigailTenshi

Thanks for that, just hold my character, I'll see what happens.

MetaOps - Project: God Complex

For the next 3 week, I will be testing non stop. This means that I will be scarcely online, studying, working, testing and what not. I'm going to have to drop out of the RP, I'm really sorry. I did not join this knowing about this, in fact, I was only told about it Friday last week. Please forgive me.